[IC] Over the top Zombie RP

[Kale19]

Thomas pulled back his bleeding stump away. He was mildly amused by it. Hopefully he wouldn't become infected, but then he would be able to see more blood and gore. Once again Thomas decided that the best choice of action would be to try to kill her try to strangle her with the clothes hanger/cut her head off and be glad he was left handed.

[wanderingwolf]

@Kuro

"Thanks for sticking your neck out for me," Isaac said, holding the machete aloft and ran his thumb across the blade to see how sharp it was. He'd wielded one before, but had only ever cleared brush with it. The machete felt top heavy, like perhaps it was more of a tourist momento than a broken in bush blade. The edge was decently sharp, though, slicing into his finger nail.

"I think we should try to find him," he motioned toward the roof, "and ask him ourselves. At the very least, it'd provide a good view of the city. Maybe we could see if it's all like this." From that vantage, he'd be able to see the steeple from up there. His church would be engulfed in flames by now, the blaze he'd set himself to stop the escape of zombified congregants. He pushed the memory out of his head, focusing instead on Morgan. On the here and now. Two people had a better chance of surving than one. And if this roof dweller could be a third? Maybe they stood some sort of chance staying safe or getting out.

Father Keller looked around for a stair case, or some sort of indication of which way would lead them up, without going outside.

[Metal Head]

@Kuro

"Thanks for sticking your neck out for me," Isaac said, holding the machete aloft and ran his thumb across the blade to see how sharp it was. He'd wielded one before, but had only ever cleared brush with it. The machete felt top heavy, like perhaps it was more of a tourist momento than a broken in bush blade. The edge was decently sharp, though, slicing into his finger nail.

"I think we should try to find him," he motioned toward the roof, "and ask him ourselves. At the very least, it'd provide a good view of the city. Maybe we could see if it's all like this." From that vantage, he'd be able to see the steeple from up there. His church would be engulfed in flames by now, the blaze he'd set himself to stop the escape of zombified congregants. He pushed the memory out of his head, focusing instead on Morgan. On the here and now. Two people had a better chance of surving than one. And if this roof dweller could be a third? Maybe they stood some sort of chance staying safe or getting out.

Father Keller looked around for a stair case, or some sort of indication of which way would lead them up, without going outside.

@wanderingwolf

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21844 (2)

There seems to be no stairs in this room

[Metal Head]

Thomas pulled back his bleeding stump away. He was mildly amused by it. Hopefully he wouldn't become infected, but then he would be able to see more blood and gore. Once again Thomas decided that the best choice of action would be to try to kill her try to strangle her with the clothes hanger/cut her head off and be glad he was left handed.

@Kale19

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21845 (1) Critical Failure.

You try your damndest but fate has different plans, as you tighten the grip around the little zombie girl's neck, she fights back, clawing at you.
The two of you struggling back and forth, crash thru the stair railings and slam hard onto the ground, and the clotheshanger snaps into.

[Kale19]

"Dang it little girl! First you bite off my finger, and now you break my weapon!" Exclaimed Thomas, hoping the zombie would spontaneously combust or something. He turned to face the stairs. "I guess I have one choice left...Run outside and curse my luck"

[Metal Head]

"Dang it little girl! First you bite off my finger, and now you break my weapon!" Exclaimed Thomas, hoping the zombie would spontaneously combust or something. He turned to face the stairs. "I guess I have one choice left...Run outside and curse my luck"

@Kale19

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21846 (1) the dice hate you today lol
Critical Failure.

Unfortunately you are having a bad day, and the streets are filled with zombies, also the music blaring from a roof top in the vicinity doesn't help either.

[Carlyle]

@wanderingwolf

"It's fine," Morgan replied, "Just... Just didn't want see someone else be eaten alive. Not when I could've done something."

She pushed herself off from the wall and walked near the door, peeking carefully out into the dark hallway. Though Morgan doubted there would be anything lurking the way she came, especially since she had closed the alleyway door, she wanted to be careful and check just in case.

"I haven't been able to find a way upstairs. I did hear a noise above not that long ago, so there has to be a way upstairs somewhere, though. But with the lights not working, we'll be looking... well, blind."

[Metal Head]

@Kuro

The Hallway is empty, except for a dim light coming from the ceiling crack, no not a crack, but a hidden attic door that didn't shut completely.

[Carlyle]

@wanderingwolf

"There," Morgan looked up at the ceiling, pointing out the ajar attic door. "That attic door is our way up. Think you can get it down for us, Issac? Even if it doesn't lead anywhere, it'll at least get us off the ground floor. After all, if what the man from before said is true, these zombies aren't much for heights or climbing."

[wanderingwolf]

@Kuro

Isaac followed Morgan's eyes to the ceiling. Why hadn't he seen that before? She sure had a keen eye. "I'll do my best," he replied in his think Hatian accent. Finding a nearby chair, Father Keller gingerly tested his weight on it at first before reaching for the ajar attic door. The latch pulled down with ease, a folded ladder nested in the door. As it unfurled, the bottom rung met the floor before them. Isaac looked to Morgan with an arched brow. Things were looking up. Literally.

Since he was already there, Keller reasoned he ought to take a look inside, just to make sure it was safe. "Give me a moment, I'll make sure the coast is clear." With his machete in hand, Father Keller poked his head into the already lit attic to see what was inside. Hopefuly, there was a way to get to the roof, or some other way to keep ascending the building.

[Metal Head]

@wanderingwolf
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21858 (4)

You push open the attic trap door, and slowly rise your head up for a peek, and suddenly! Massive bloody hands reach for you, but are held back by metal chain restraints, a male zombie is strapped to a heavy weight bench with weights piled on top.
Also in the attic room are two sleeping bags, coleman lantern with no fuel, a map of the city with red Xs on several parts of the map, a pair of mirror sunglasses, and an empty canteen.

[Metal Head]

Rabbit heard the commotion out in the streets, it sounded like hundreds of zombies.
Stumbling over to the roof's edge, he surmassed the problem of being on a roof.
Sure he was safe from the horde of zombies filling the street, but he wasn't doing well on food and water.
He walked over to where he saw the people before, "Hey are you guys alive?"
"We all got a problem coming, zombies are flooding the streets, what if we work together and find a car, and get the fuck outta dodge man?"

[wanderingwolf]

Isaac jerked away from the opening, putting the machete between him and the anchored zombie. "There's one up here!" he called down to Morgan. "It's chained to something." His eyes scanned the room and took in the various sundries. This was either the final resting place for a prepper, or a tomb for a loved one. He crossed himself with his free hand.

The zombie's lolling eyes greedily watched Father Keller's movements, stretching out two massive bloody hands to try to take any hold. The iron collar around the zombie's neck pressed deeply into the tissue, collapsing the trachea as the determined mindless monster swiped at the area between them.

Keller pulled himself up into the attic proper and brandished the machete. It felt heavy in his hand, and he hoped it would be enough to end the zombie in one fell hit. Raising the machete with both hands, the preacher bore down on the zombie attempting to hit it straight in the head and crush those ballooning eyes.

[Metal Head]

Isaac jerked away from the opening, putting the machete between him and the anchored zombie. "There's one up here!" he called down to Morgan. "It's chained to something." His eyes scanned the room and took in the various sundries. This was either the final resting place for a prepper, or a tomb for a loved one. He crossed himself with his free hand.

The zombie's lolling eyes greedily watched Father Keller's movements, stretching out two massive bloody hands to try to take any hold. The iron collar around the zombie's neck pressed deeply into the tissue, collapsing the trachea as the determined mindless monster swiped at the area between them.

Keller pulled himself up into the attic proper and brandished the machete. It felt heavy in his hand, and he hoped it would be enough to end the zombie in one fell hit. Raising the machete with both hands, the preacher bore down on the zombie attempting to hit it straight in the head and crush those ballooning eyes.

@wanderingwolf

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21938 (3)
The machete came down in sudden swoop, but being a little top heavy, the blade only grazed the zombie's head, cutting the side of his face off.

[Carlyle]

@wanderingwolf

Of course the zombie had to be chained away to something. One more point for this house of horrors, it seemed. Still, Morgan was partly thankful it was chained away in the first place. Surely this way it would be much, much harder for it to grab ahold of her or Issac, who was already readying his newly found machete to score an easy killing blow on the zombie.

Or well, what she figured was an easy killing blow. Morgan didn't have a clear view of where he had struck, but the gore gave clue as blood and flesh fell downwards onto the attic stairs. She gagged, somewhat certain there had been an eyeball or something mixed in with what was once someone's face.

"You-you sure," Morgan asked, still recoiling from the sight. "You sure you've it under control? Don't know how much I can help from down here."

[Kale19]

Thomas cursed his luck. First he lost a finger, now this. He didn't have a weapon and a horde of zombies was shambling towards him. At this point he didn't even know if he'd make it out of this alive. He figured his best bet was to Try and climb a building

[Metal Head]

Thomas cursed his luck. First he lost a finger, now this. He didn't have a weapon and a horde of zombies was shambling towards him. At this point he didn't even know if he'd make it out of this alive. He figured his best bet was to Try and climb a building

@Kale19

Glancing around, you notice a rain gutter pipe going along the wall,straight to the roof, with no other choice, you Jackie Chan it, straight to the top of the roof.

[wanderingwolf]

The blood and the spatter from his first blow not only covered the Father in guts and gore, but sent the putrid substance all across the walls and floor. It seemed that he had not been as careful as he aimed to be. Morgan's voice echoed from below, and seeing that the zombie was still anchored to the chain which bound it, Isaac dropped a free hand to wipe the splatter from around his eyes.

"Yes," he sighed in his thick Haitian accent, "just lost my grip," he added, still mopping his eyes. "Alright, you might want to cover your mouth this time, just in case." Father Isaac could scarcely believe that he was butchering what looked to be what was left of a man in his pajamas, the rest of his face notwithstanding from the first blow. Now, the gory hole in the side of his face clicked with each gnashing movement from the zombie's incessant jaws. With that the Father raised the machete in his hands yet again, hoping this time to deliver a clean blow to end the thrashing zombie in front of him before the chain gave way under its efforts.

[Metal Head]

The blood and the spatter from his first blow not only covered the Father in guts and gore, but sent the putrid substance all across the walls and floor. It seemed that he had not been as careful as he aimed to be. Morgan's voice echoed from below, and seeing that the zombie was still anchored to the chain which bound it, Isaac dropped a free hand to wipe the splatter from around his eyes.

"Yes," he sighed in his thick Haitian accent, "just lost my grip," he added, still mopping his eyes. "Alright, you might want to cover your mouth this time, just in case." Father Isaac could scarcely believe that he was butchering what looked to be what was left of a man in his pajamas, the rest of his face notwithstanding from the first blow. Now, the gory hole in the side of his face clicked with each gnashing movement from the zombie's incessant jaws. With that the Father raised the machete in his hands yet again, hoping this time to deliver a clean blow to end the thrashing zombie in front of him before the chain gave way under its efforts.

@wanderingwolf

This time, it was on the money, as the machete ended his undying existence.